AN: Hi! Oh boy here we go! Lots of drama in this. Are you ready? Review to what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not Dragonball. I like Dragonball, but I don't Dragonball. So on and so forth.

Gohan was furious. He had been so focused on Yamcha's ki, slowly getting farther away, that he had not noticed Piccolo's ki heading towards him on an intercept course.

Piccolo had caught him, and managed to restrain him long enough to bring him to his house. Gohan had been taken too off guard to transform into super saiyan, so Piccolo was able to hold him easily.

As if that wasn't bad enough, he then had to deal with Chi Chi's hounding on him, with a whack on the head with the frying pan after every sentence.

"YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE JUST GOING FOR A WALK!" Clang!

"THEN YOU DON'T COME BACK FOR AN HOUR!" Clang!

"I HAD TO CALL THE KAME HOUSE JUST TO GET SOMEONE WHO COULD FIND YOU!" Clang!

"BUT NOOO, MY LITTLE BABY HAD TO HIDE HIS ENERGY 'CAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT TO BE FOUND!" Clang!

"I thought using contractions was bad and would turn me into a gangster," Gohan had muttered. Unfortunately, Chi Chi had heard.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

"AND THEN YAMCHA WENT TO THE TROUBLE OF GOING TO THE LOOKOUT, JUST TO GET A GREEN ALIEN TO FIND YOU, AND ANOTHER GREEN ALIEN TO GET YOU!"

At this point, Gohan had to speak up, "Piccolo is an person who saved my life! Don't call him an alien!"

Silence.

Gohan thought of another alien, of another race, who had also saved his life, along with the rest of the world's.

"I'm going up to bed."

That had happened last night. Currently, he was outside, catching fish for breakfast. Chi Chi had not gotten up yet, even though it was fairly late in the morning.

Gohan added the fish he just caught to the large pile, then started gathering wood to cook the fish. A hastily cooked fish was nowhere near as good as Chi Chi's cooking, but it would do for sustenance.

As Gohan was cooking the fish, he wondered again why Chi Chi was sleeping in today. Chi Chi always emphasized the importance of punctuality.

She probably doesn't want to see me ever again. I did kill her husband. And called him an alien. Indirectly.

Then Gohan's face hardened. If she doesn't want to see me again, who am I to disagree? I am a murderer, a murderer of my own father. My father was a hero, I am a murderer. I should be dead, and he should be alive. But he doesn't want to be alive. Why? Because he doesn't want to face me. The situation should be reversed.

The answer came to him. It wasn't a perfect answer, nothing ever was, but it was the best. Everyone would be happy. But how to do it?

Gohan pondered this as he ate his fish. He heard his mother calling for him.

I guess I have to see her. Just one last time. Then…

Gohan picked up his last fish and flew back to his mother.

"Gohan! There you are! I have something important to tell you.." Chi Chi said. She looked different today, more flustered, like she had found a winning lottery ticket, but wasn't sure if it was legitimate.

"That's nice," Gohan said, not really paying attention.

"So when I woke up this morning, I didn't feel so well, so-" Chi Chi began, but was cut off by Gohan.

"Do you want Dad back?" Gohan said.

Chi Chi was about to reprimand him for interrupting her, but was stopped by the look on his face. "Of course! He's my husband and I love him!"

Gohan nodded. "What would you do to get him back?"

"Get him back? I would do anything to get him back, just as long as we're together. But he's happy in Otherworld, isn't he?"

Gohan nodded. "Yeah…"

"Gohan what are you thinking?" Chi Chi, her face showing confusion.

Gohan remained silent. Then he said, "That's good for you. I'll tell him to say hi…"

Oh man! I bet a couple of you saw this coming. Ah well. CLIFFHANGER!